The silence was deafening

The fight

'WHO YER ON THE PHONE WIF?'

'No one it's none of your business'

The police woman on the other line was frantically trying to get my attention but Marg darted toward me.

'Whoever it is you shouldn't be on my phone. Now give it to me!'

She grabbed me by the shirt and threw me across the room. She was pretty strong for her looks, she opened the oven and preheated it to 310 degrees. Taking out the metal trays she smirked at me.

'Your mother was worfless. Good thing she went missing.'

'SHUT UP YOU TROLL! YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

'Aww are we trying to act tough my little sweetie? Let's get you in the oven shall we?

I opened the front door and ran outside I didn't stop, I just kept running until the wind made my eyes water. I heard Marg calling swear words behind me but I didn't stop I never would. When I did stop I looked up the hill and saw the little double story wood house that we lived in. Marg had no place there. It stayed in the forest until sunset and waited for Marg to leave the house to go clubbing. It was around seven when she slammed the front door behind her. Walking with her male friends to their cars. Covered with thorns and scrapes I was delighted that she left the house. I crept up the hill and opened the front door. Cigars, beer bottles and white powder covered the floor and dining table. I ran straight to my room and fell to my knees. All the pictures of ma were gone. The walls were now bare, concrete yellow. Tape and blue tack refrained from coming off the walls. Taking my mind off the walls I went to the back door and unlocked it.